Hello wonderful readers. Sorry for the delay, but RL comes first, so updates are going to be in the 2-3 week time frame, but I am hoping to wrap this up in 2 or 3 more chapters.

I need to point out that Kate and Elliot are not a couple in this story.

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Chapter 6

She knew. She fucking knew everything. And she was leaving me. Correction, she left me.

I read her letter over and over.
Each time I read it, it stung more than the previous time.

Ana hated me.

In just a few weeks I managed to completely destroy her pure, unconditional love for me and replace it with hatred and disgust.

Can you blame her for hating you, asshole?

She watched as you fucked your whore in HER house, in HER bed.

Then you abandoned HER and YOUR son—you really are worse than the crackwhore.

How would you have felt if you had walked in on Ana as she was sucking another man's dick, swallowing his cum, then watched him as he fucked HER and made HER scream HIS name in YOUR house, in YOUR bed? Do you think you could have handled that?

But she didn't do that to you, did she? You did it to her, with some whore from your past.

With shaking hands I open the package she left on my desk. Lifting the lid off the box I suddenly feel nauseous when I see what's inside.
Sitting on top are Ana's engagement and wedding rings and her charm bracelet.
I sit there staring at them, remembering the exact moment I proposed and placed the engagement ring on her finger, and then a few months later when I slid her wedding ring on her finger, vowing to love, honor, cherish and be faithful, forsaking all others.

I remembered when I gave her the charm bracelet, and what each and every charm stood for and the memory behind each one.

I pick them up and squeeze them in my fist as the tears slide down my face.

I peel the tissue paper back to see what else is in the box. Right on top of my lipstick stained boxers and shirt sits the crumpled napkin and condom from that night at the Fairmont.

I grab the trashcan and empty the contents of my stomach in it.

OH God! It's all my fault they are dead—Ana was running to get away from the monster.

I took Ray's only child from him, and now his grandson, too.

There's a special place in hell waiting for me.

I fall to my knees and scream as loud as I can. I clutch Anas letter to my chest, and I feel the burn as if the pimp was standing there, burning me with a cigarette. I scream out Ana's name over and over until the door bursts open and Taylor and Reynolds come running in.

"Sir!" Taylor shouts as he reaches for me.

"NO! NO! NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! I scream, and curl up in a ball, screaming for Ana.

"Call his mother now!" Taylor barks at Reynolds.
I sit there, curled up in a ball, sobbing and rocking back and forth, repeating "I killed them, I killed them."

Carrick POV

After Reynolds called Grace and told her about Christian's breakdown, we drove as fast as we could to Christian and Ana's house.
Taylor was waiting for us at the front door and lead us to Christian's office. All he said is that he and Reynolds found him curled up in a ball in his office, clutching a piece of paper to his chest and screaming out Ana's name.

Grace knelt down beside him, but when she reached out to touch his check, he pulled back and look at her with fear in his eyes like that first night we saw him at the hospital.

"Please, make it stop, make the burning stop" he begged to Grace.

Grace managed to pull the paper from Christian's grasp and handed it to Taylor. After he read it, he set it on the desk and walked out of the office...he had a look on his face that I have never seen before.

I stood watching as Grace tended to Christian. I could hear her whispering to him in a soft, gentle voice, and after a few minutes she was able to get him to stand up and walk into the living room and sit down on the couch.

"Please get him a glass of water" she said, looking at Reynolds.

I walk back into Christian's office and see the letter on his desk, along with some other papers and a box with a few pieces of clothing.

I pick up the letter and read it, and I have to sit down as I feel the color drain from my face.

That cheating, lying bastard.

After I read Anas letter and saw the pictures of Christian and his whore, I was beyond disgusted with my son. After all the shit he put her through, she stood by him and made him a better man, and he pays her back by cheating on and abandoning her.

I looked through the divorce papers, and could not believe that Ana wasn't taking him for half everything. I now feel ashamed of myself about the entire pre-nup debacle...I was so wrong.

Because of his inexcusable behavior, and his horrid treatment of her about the pregnancy, I don't blame Ana one bit for demanding that he relinquish his rights to the baby.
I can't believe I'm going to say this, but after finding out what Christian has done to Ana, she and the baby would have definitely been better off without him in their lives...a child needs a good role model as a father. Someone with strong ethics and morals, who, among other things, will teach his son to be respectful of women; Christian obviously does not possess any of those traits if he was so willing to do what he did to Ana.

I thought we raised him better than that.

Now that I have the name of Christians whore I am going look into her and see what I can find out about Miss Camile Davis...but first I am going to have a little chat with Taylor.

I walk into the security office and find Taylor sitting at his desk, watching the CCTV monitors. Without giving him a chance to say anything, I look at him before asking
"I think you and I need to talk, Taylor. What the fuck has been going on?"

Nervously, he looks at me before saying "Mr. Grey I cannot speak to you regarding your son. The NDA prohibits me from saying anything."

"I don't give a fuck about the NDA. My daughter in law and grandson are dead, and I want to know why. I read Anas letter and went through the pictures and the divorce papers she left for him, so I have a pretty good idea of what happened, but what I want to know is why, as his head of security, you let this happen. Why did you cover for him and his whore? How did you look at Ana every morning, knowing what he was doing to her and not say anything? Don't give me that NDA bullshit again. I thought you were an honorable man, one with morals. You have a daughter, Taylor. Would you stand back and allow something like this to happen to her just for a paycheck?" I sneered at him.

He looked down and I could see the shame on his face.

"Mr. Grey, yes, I knew what he was doing, but not until recently.
He and Ms. Davis had a 1 night hookup after a business meeting. I was off that night and Reynolds was with him when it happened.
Your son told me about it a few days later, and assured me it was only a 1 time thing. They had met years ago in Boston at a club for 1 night…your son was still in the lifestyle back then. He told me that he had Welch access the security tapes from the dining room and bar and erase everything, but I don't know if anyone made copies or recorded them with their phones. So far nothing has come out, so I am hoping nobody did.

I was so disgusted with him that I asked him to assign Reynolds as his full time CPO for a few weeks because I could not stand to look at him, and I didn't want my personal feelings to interfere with my ability to protect him.
I was working on a new security protocol for GEH and GP at the time and used that as the excuse to put some distance between us. I ran a quick background check on her and found that she was no longer in the lifestyle, and was looking to relocate because her current employer was being bought out by GEH, and her position would no longer be needed.

2 weeks passed with no contact between them so I was beginning to believe it was just a 1 time fling. I accompanied Mrs. Grey to New York for a week and when we got back I found out that he had spent the week with Ms. Davis at Escala.

She accepted a position with a firm here, and relocated right after he found out about the baby and moved out. She has been living with him at Escala since then.
She was also with him in Chicago when the accident happened. Reynolds told me that he had left the hotel and was headed back to Seattle without her when you called. Apparently he dropped his phone and broke it just as you called.

I don't know why he left her there and flew home alone. We were supposed to have a meeting this morning but I don't see that happening right now.

Obviously he now knows that Ana left him and was filing for divorce...I don't know when she found out about the affair…from what Sawyer told me I think it was earlier this week.

Sawyer and I had no idea that she was planning this. He resigned last night, and I don't know where he is. I am hoping Ms. Kavanaugh will be able to shed some light and answer some questions when she returns."

He paused for a minute before continuing "I am handing in my resignation today and so is Gail. When I found out what he had been doing, I could not with a clear conscience stay working for him, and neither could Gail. I am beyond broken hearted about Ana and the baby, and I feel responsible for their deaths, but I no longer care what happens to your son. I have contacted a friend in Boston and asked him to dig deeper into Ms. Davis, and I will pass on to you anything he may find, but other than that I will not be helping to cover up any of this when the shit hits the fan and the press finds out. He is no longer my concern."

I look into Taylor's face and I see pain in his eyes, and I reach out my hand to him before leaving the room. I don't blame him one bit for leaving.

I walk back into the living room and Grace and Christian are sitting on the couch and he has calmed down a little and I can hear Grace is speaking to him softly:

"Ana loved you Christian, so much, and she knows you would have made a wonderful father. We all love you so much—your father and Elliot and Mia will be here for you. I know this is painful, but Ana would want you to pull yourself together and be the strong, loving husband she knows you are."

At this point Christian breaks down and is sobbing so hard that he starts gasping for air. Grace quickly grabs her bag and gives him a shot to calm him down.

Grace doesn't realize it, but she is driving the knife in deeper and deeper. I don't know how I am going to tell her the truth.

I am sure it will come out eventually.

Camile POV

What a shitty weekend. I can't believe that asshole left me in Chicago so he could rush home to his fucking wife.

All of a sudden, he develops a conscience and wants to play the doting husband and father? He told me he never wanted kids and wanted a divorce because he didn't to be tied down with a kid.

What the hell made him change his mind so suddenly?

He told me we were a mistake, and that he loved his wife, and to never contact him again, and then threatened me and my family with the NDA as he stormed out of the hotel room.

I had him right where I wanted him, too.

Ever since I found out who he was after that one night in Boston I have been plotting ways to get my claws into him.

My college roommate introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle when I was struggling to pay my tuition at Harvard. She worked at a club and told me I could make enough money working just a few nights a week to pay my tuition and expenses, and she was right.

After I went thru some extensive training, I subbed for a handful of doms. I refused to sign a contract with any of them... I wasn't exclusive to anyone, and would only meet them at clubs for scenes, by appointment only. They paid well for my submission, and thus I was able to pay for law school with no problem.

The night I met Christian Grey I was supposed to meet one of my regular doms, but he canceled at the last minute, so I trolled the club looking for an available dom, and that's how I became acquainted with Mr. Christian Grey.

When I scened with a total stranger, I insisted on complete anonymity... the room was dimly lit and I had on a blindfold with my head bowed down when he walked in. We never saw each other's faces during the scene, but it was an incredible session. I had no hard limits, and he put me through the ringer that night. He had a dick the size of an elephant's trunk and he knew how to use it. It was the most intense but satisfying sexual experience I have ever had.
He fucked in me ways that I had never experienced before, and I had never cum that many times in my life...I could barely walk when he was done with me.

When he dismissed me and went to take a shower, I quickly got dressed and went home. After a scene with one of my regular doms, if I wasn't too tired, I usually showered and stayed to see if another dom was interested, but after Mr. Grey was done with me I just didn't have the energy.
Before I left, I checked my bank account, saw that my fees had been deposited, so I took a taxi and went home, tired, but well sated.

Later that night when my roommate got home she told me that he had badgered her for my contact information, offering her $5,000 if she would give it up...apparently he wanted to offer me a contract to move to Seattle to be his sub exclusively. She refused to give out my info, so he left her a business card with only a phone number on it, and asked her to pass it on to me.
She somehow managed to find out his name, and when I Googled him I could not believe who just fucked my brains out.

I kept tabs on Mr. Christian Grey throughout the years, and told myself that it or when the opportunity arose for me to get my claws into him I would definitely take advantage of it.

When I heard from Mr. Peterson who was buying his company, I was beyond excited, as this was definitely the opportunity I had been waiting for. I asked if I could help work on the deal and attend the meeting in Seattle, using the guise of wanting to travel to Seattle and check out the job market since I would soon be out of a job.

Peterson agreed to let me work on it with him, so I began devising a plan to seduce Mr. Grey.
The first thing I did was to break off my engagement with my fiancée. I felt bad for ending it, but the potential payoff in Seattle was just too big to pass up.
I knew Grey was married, but I didn't care...I wasn't going to let something that insignificant get in the way of my plans. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about seducing him, but I knew what he liked and how he liked it, so I planned to use that to my advantage. When I caught him staring at me during the meeting at his office, and then all through dinner, I knew it wasn't going to be difficult to get him right where I wanted him...on top and balls deep inside me.

When he saw my tattoo and remembered me, and asked if I was still in the lifestyle I knew I had him in the bag. I wasn't interested in a BDSM relationship because I wanted something long term with him, not a contract that would be over in a few months, and I would then wind up with nothing for my efforts.
I let him know right up front that I was not interested in BDSM, but when I told him that I did enjoy a good hard fuck, he took the bait, then all it took was a few sultry looks and me running my finger up this thigh to that massive bulge and he caved. When he whipped out that massive cock and told me to suck it, I about came just staring at it, and when he took me into the back room, it was the best fuck I have had since that night in Boston.

He was even better than I remembered.

After the night in the restaurant I knew I just had to play my cards right and soon Mr. Grey would be mine.
When I flew back for my job interviews and he agreed to meet me for lunch I knew I had him hook, line, and sinker. After our "lunch meeting" which was spent with me bent over his desk getting fucked every which way possible, he asked me to spend the week with him at his penthouse, and I knew my mission was accomplished... it would only be a matter of time before he left the little Misses and took up with me.

I was sore and black and blue after those 5 days with him. That man can fuck...his stamina is unreal. My flight back to New York was unbearable. Every orifice on my body had been fucked multiple times...it hurt to sit, let alone try to walk straight.

A few days later he unexpectedly wound up in Detroit the same day I was interviewing for another job, and when we bumped in into each other at the hotel that afternoon, he decided to delay his trip home by a day...we never got dressed except to answer the door for room service.
His bodyguard obviously has no problems with his extramarital activities...he walked in on us that night when Grey had me pinned up against the wall, pounding my ass, and he never flinched...just apologized for the interruption and walked out...maybe he's used to it.

When he got back from Detroit and was hit with the news that she was pregnant, shit really hit the fan and he moved out. I accepted a job in Seattle, and flew out a little over week later, and moved into the penthouse with him.
I had almost 2 weeks before I started at my new firm, so I devoted my time and body to him, any way he wanted and whenever he wanted.

A week later he went to Chicago and asked me to accompany him for the week. I joined the Mile high club on the flight there in his company jet. I removed all the pictures of his wife from the office and bedroom because I didn't want him staring at the bitch while he had me spread wide open, pounding into me with that monster cock the entire flight.

There were few things I needed to discuss with him that really bothered me...one is that he refuse to take off his wedding ring…I don't know if he wore it for public appearance reasons, or if he was unwilling to take it off, because then he would have to admit that he was truly finished with her. The other is that he wore a shirt every time we had sex. The only time he was completely naked was when we were in the shower, but even then he wouldn't let me touch him...I asked him why, but he got mad and told me didn't want to talk about it, and to never bring it up again.

I wonder if it had anything to do with his nightmares.

It's now Monday morning and I haven't heard from him since he walked out of the hotel room Friday afternoon.
I wonder if he told her about us, and has spent the weekend begging for her forgiveness, or if she threw him out and wants a divorce. I sure as hell wouldn't forgive my husband if he did to me what he is doing to her...

He never came back to Escala over the weekend so I am guessing he hasn't told her about us yet.

I wonder if he liked the naughty text and picture I sent to him Saturday morning-maybe the bitch will see it and find out about us and speed up the divorce process…

I start my new job this morning so I'll be busy and won't have time to ponder what is going to happen...I'm sure by the end of the week he will be calling me to resume our relationship.
He didn't lock me out of the penthouse...the access code still worked, and his housekeeper had my laundry done and meals prepared and in the freezer like she has been doing since I moved in.
It was strange being there alone last night though. Other than what his housekeeper had done there were no signs that anyone had been there since we left Tuesday afternoon.

I know he has CCTV everywhere, but Tuesday before we left for Chicago, I felt like someone else was there, in the apartment, watching us when we were fucking in the elevator and in the kitchen. I guess I'll just have to get used to the cameras and his security being around all the time...I have no problem being an exhibitionist, though. Since I had no hard limits, some of my doms preferred doing public scenes. They really got off on having an audience as they whipped, spanked, flogged and fucked me.

I step into the elevator and push the button for the garage and walk to my car. Christian bought me a new car, a shiny red Audi, to drive back and forth to work. It was delivered Tuesday just as we were leaving for the airport and this will be the first time I have driven it.
It's not what I would have bought for myself, but I'm sure after a while he will buy me something much more luxurious, something the girlfriend of Christian Grey should be driving. Or maybe he will just get me my own driver...

I pull into the parking garage at work and grab my briefcase and head into the office.
My boss told me to come in at 10:00 this morning because she would be on a conference call until then and there was no reason for me to sit in my office for 2 hours doing nothing.
I walk into my office and set my briefcase down and see that I am 10 minutes early. My PA tells me good morning, and that my boss is not available yet, so I head to the break room to get a cup of coffee. I walk by one of the conference rooms and see several people, including my boss, gathered around the TV, not talking, but looking like they are in shock. I walk closer to the door so I can hear what is being said on the TV. "Sadly, the rumors are true...GEH PR spokesperson Alicia Meyers has just confirmed that Anastasia Grey, CEO of Grey Publishing and wife of Christian Grey, CEO of GEH, passed away Friday from injuries she sustained in a car accident. Mrs. Grey was driving to Montesano to visit her father, retired Army Sergeant Raymond Steele, when a tractor trailer ran a red light, hitting Mrs. Grey's vehicle, killing her instantly."

The reporter from Kavanaugh Media paused, took a deep breath and then continued
"According to Ms. Meyers, Mr. Grey was out of town on a business trip and was not aware of his wife's passing until he arrived home Friday night, where he was met at the airport by his father Carrick Grey, and his personal bodyguard, and was informed of the tragic news. The family is asking for privacy at this time so they may cope with this terrible tragedy."

I just stood there, staring at everyone in the room, absorbing what I just heard. She's dead...she's out of the picture now...that's why he suddenly rushed back Friday...he needed to put on the face of a grieving husband for the press. It looks like I didn't lose him after all. I just need to sit back and wait for him to come crawling back to me. I smirked, and turned to walk away, but then saw my boss leave the conference room and walk into her office and slam the door. A few minutes later her PA and another woman went in and left the door open, so I walked to her office, but stopped outside the door when I heard them talking:

"Erica are you OK?"

"No I am not. Ana Grey was my client…"

Erica POV

I'm so curious as to how Mr. Christian Grey reacted when he arrived home and found divorce papers on his desk.
Ana called me as she was leaving town Friday morning and told me she had left the papers on his desk in his office at her house for him to find when he got home over the weekend after his goons discovered that she was gone.

I am expecting to hear from either Ana or his lawyer today.

Just then I hear several voices outside my office and I get up to see what is going on.
There's a dozen people in the conference room with a look of shock on their faces standing in front of the TV " Sadly the rumors are true...GEH PR spokesperson Alicia Meyers has just confirmed that Anastasia Grey, CEO of Grey Publishing and wife of Christian Grey, CEO of GEH, passed away Friday from injuries she sustained in a car accident. Mrs. Grey was driving to Montesano to visit her father, retired Army Sergeant Raymond Steele, when a tractor trailer ran a red light, hitting Mrs. Grey's vehicle, killing her instantly. According to Ms. Meyers, Mr. Grey was out of town on business trip and was not aware of his wife's passing until he arrived home Friday night, where he was met at the airport by his father Carrick Grey, and his personal bodyguard, and was informed of the tragic news. The family is asking for privacy at this time so they may cope with this terrible tragedy."

OMG. I cannot believe this. I turn and walk into my office, slam the door and sit down on the couch in my office. That son of a bitch.
That cheating, lying piece of shit.
I sit there for a few minutes, shaking. My thoughts are going in a hundred different directions. Just then a knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts.
"Come in."
My PA and my partner walk in my office and look at me before my partner asks

"Erica are you OK?"

I sit there for a minute before answering. "No. I'm not.

"Ana Grey was my client. I had just talked to her Friday morning as she was driving out of Seattle…maybe 2 hours before the accident happened."
Everyone just looked at me, totally surprised...nobody knew Ana was my client.

My partner looked at me, quizzically "She was your client? Why? For how long?"

"Ana hired me 2 weeks ago to handle her divorce. She was pregnant, and that piece of shit husband not only didn't want the baby, but he was cheating on her too. He may have been out of town on a business trip, but his whore was with him Friday when Ana was killed in that accident. She was on her way Montesano because she had left that asshole, not to visit her dad like the news said."

Nobody said a word...they were all in shock.

"I drew up the divorce papers and gave them to Ana Thursday night. All she wanted from him was the divorce and for him to relinquish his parental rights to her unborn child. There was no pre nup either... she could have cleaned him out, but she didn't want anything from him except for sole custody of her child and a clean break from him. She was the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met...not a mean bone in her body. It sickens me what he did to her."

I take a deep breath before muttering "Whoever the whore is he cheated with is going to get hers one of these days. Karma is not only a bitch, she is a mother fucker, too."

At this point I feel tears welling up in my eyes-Ana and her baby—2 innocent victims.

I hope Christian Grey rots in hell.